Julien, Duncan and Victor arrived at the T-building at 11:45am. Cash their driver maneuvered them into the parking structure connected to the building just as Patrick described to them. They parked next to a sleek, gold SL 500.

The sign in front read: RESERVED PRIVATE PARKING.

All four men gazed appreciatively at the beautiful Mercedes Benz as they made their way toward the elevator. The California license plate read: GLD ANGL, it was also parked in a reserved spot.

Kash whistled loudly, inspecting the vehicle with greedy eyes as he passed it. "She's a beauty."

"Aye, that she is, quite a fine piece of machinery. It must belong to one of the Taverron clan seeing it's parked in one of their reserved parking space." Duncan noted.

As soon as Duncan said it must belong to one of the Taverron family members, he knew instantly without a doubt the owner was no other than Angelica Taverron.

The vehicle suited her perfectly, quickly understanding the abbreviated words, gold angel. She was an angel, and just as breath taking, intimidating and beautiful as her car and even more so.

He slightly loosened the tie at his neck as Kash pressed the 30th floor button of the elevator. He suddenly felt like it was too tight, making him feel confined as the doors closed. Julien was anxious to see Annie again after Saturday night. It felt like days passed by instead of one. He couldn't help himself, he was itching to see her with a passion. She was a drug, and his eyes yearned to catch a glimpse to appease his addiction of her.

The group of men made there way out the elevator doors to be met by a tall man in a dark suit.  His head was shaved clean, he had light blue eyes and thin lips with a slight forming scruffy beard. His stance was intimidating and rigid like that of a bodyguard.

"May I help you." The man demanded, and it was obvious he was not asking.

"We having a meeting with Patrick Taverron today at noon, I am Victor St. James." He replied in a cold tone, clearly not intimidated by the man standing before them.

The man's eyes widened and he gulped, realizing his error. "Excuse me sir, I was given orders to meet you at the elevators downstairs and escort you here. My apologies. My name is Frank, Mr. Taverron's bodyguard and chauffeur. Please follow me, he is expecting you."

Giving him a curt nod, Victor, Julien, Duncan, and Kash followed Frank to Patrick's office. Julien scanned his surroundings, eager to spot Annie around the many people passing.  Men and women turned their heads as they walked by, starring at the new men who entered the building.

But the person he was wishing he would see was not among the many that passed. Disappointment coursed through Julien and his suit tightened around his frame, feeling his blood pressure rise. He shook his head in frustration. He was beyond irritated now, as they crossed the way inching closer to Patrick's office.

He wondered if she might be waiting in her father's office...
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Patrick greeting was warm and welcoming, his delight to see them shown on his handsome features. 

The office was impressive and decorated in black and white furniture.  Patrick's desk stood out with a spectacular background view of the city in the distance. Across the wall and placed in the corner was a large flat screen television with four plush armchairs. They took seats before  Patrick's desk which accommodated one large leather black sofa and four matching arm chairs on either side of it.

Julien tapped his fingers on the arm rest of the chair he was seated on, acutely unaware of the conversation passing between Patrick and his father. He kept glancing at the door expecting Annie to appear. His patience was wearing thin as ice as the minutes passed.

Duncan looked at him strangely, questioning him with his eyes. Julien just shook his head silently, sending him a carefully veils expression of carelessness and waited, infused with frustration staring passed Patrick's vast view of the city.

All the men in the room suddenly stood up, startling Julien out of his dark thoughts. He was the last to stand as they shuffled out the door. He assumed they were on their way to inspect the office space Patrick had available, luckily no one noticed he was preoccupied, deep in thought.

Patrick stopped by his secretary's desk. "Please inform my children to meet us at the restaurant we have reservations for. I'll be showing my guests the corporate space we have available right now." He told her looking down at his watch.

"Yes sir." She replied.

Pulling the drawer from her desk, the secretary pulled a set of keys and handed them to Patrick. Julien was relieved and disappointed. He was to be deprived of her presence yet again, but his mood lightened knowing he would be closer to seeing the one person that could calm his inner turmoil.
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It was official, they were to be office neighbors.  Victor, Duncan, Julien and Patrick agreed to the arrangement. The whole 30th floor now would be occupied. Patrick's corporate offices were located to the right side of the wide spacious floor and soon the St. James' will occupy the left side. Glass doors and a expansive marbled hallway separated the two companies.

Julien was on edge during the vast tour of the corporate space. Although he kept up with the small group, his thoughts kept detouring toward the sushi restaurant where his duchess awaited.

He was determined to keep breaking through the hard shell she'd built around herself and force her to respond to him. The only way to accomplish this was for Julien to have as much contact with her as possible.

He also knew the affect he had on her as well. She didn't completely trust him. He sensed it as she fought his advances. Her body language spoke volumes, although she was attracted to him, her distrust and insecurities held her back from completely accepting him.

For one thing he was sure, he could not, would not live without her. She was the air he breathed, a beacon of light that kept calling to him, like a siren; his kindred spirit, his soulmate, and sensed it within every fiber of his being.

Had someone foretold him his future he would have laughed in their face. He was one of the most sought after bachelors in all of Europe. Women would throw themselves at him left and right. He never had a serious relationship with anyone before nor had he been interested in anyone of his past flings. Julien's never had to work to pursue a women's attention until now, not until he met Annie.

She pushed him away, and tested his patience and never tried to capture his attention like most women. It was one of her most attractive attributes and a tremendously attractive quality that was rare to see and awakened feelings in him he didn't know he possessed.

He's never come across someone like her.

Behind that wall held a wild, passionate woman waiting for the right man.  So unique, different, innocent, smart, strong, beautiful and he wanted her all to himself.  And he was determined enough to know he will have her one way or the other. 

Patrick, Victor, and Duncan decided to make a quick stop back to Patrick's office to sign the paperwork for the lease of the office space.  Julien, not liking to prolong his chance to see Annie any longer, made an excuse saying he had an important phone call to attend to and he would meet them at the restaurant.

They parted ways and Julien headed to the restaurant. He finally entered, exhaling deeply. The hostess insisted to escort him where the reserved table was occupied and he quickly assured her he'd find his own way. He saw Annie and Cici with their backs to him. From the stiff set of her shoulders, Annie looked to be uncomfortable as Cici kept talking to her and clearly upsetting her.

They didn't notice his approach as he listened to their conversation.

"Drop it would you?" Annie told her tensing up even more from his standpoint.

"Well, excuse me for giving a damn! I'm not the one that looks like they're going to bolt out the door! Shit Annie! You got it bad! Deny it all you want, I'm not blind. I see what's going on between the both of you." Cici replied intensely while starring at Annie.

Julien knew Cici suspected something. The knowing glint in her eyes spoke volumes when he would catch her looking between him and Annie on numerous occasions.

It was obvious she hadn't informed her sister of his repeated advances. It was evident she didn't want anyone to know, she liked her privacy—the type that didn't kiss and tell like all other females would have done.

He hated seeing her in so much distress. Annie massaged her temples with one hand as the other rubbed the back of her neck.   Their conversation causing her unneeded stress.

He vowed to try and lighten his outward interest of her in front of others. It is what she would want he knew, simply from the many brief times they were alone, she didn't need an audience. Whatever was happening between them, it was new to her and she needed time to absorb it all without any intrusions.

Suddenly they felt his presence behind them. They looked at each other before they turned back at the same time spotting him a mere two feet away. Their eyes widened in shock.

Julien smiled. 

"Good afternoon ladies."

They didn't utter a word as they gazed at him suspiciously. Annie suddenly blushed and groaned to herself. Cici wiped the shocked look from her face and smiled politely. "Hi, how long were you standing there for?" She boldly asked him, suspicion evident in her voice.

Long enough, he wanted to say, but instead he said, "I just arrived, the hostess," turning slightly and pointing toward the entrance, "just escorted me here to the table." He smoothly informed her, telling half the truth, his hands in his pockets. "Did I startle you? I do apologize, it wasn't my intention." He smiled sheepishly at them both, lying easily so he could ease their suspicion. Cici didn't seem easily convinced only nodding, a tight smile forming her lips.

Cici gave Annie a side glance. She appeared as though she wished the ground would open up and swallow her alive.

"Please, have a seat." Annie offered tightly gesturing to the table, her face turning scarlet. Julien made his way around the table and sat directly across from them both.

"We just finished the tour of the corporate space and I'm happy to say we will be occupying it." He declares, ignoring the tension and changing the subject with light conversation.

Annie and Cici's expression changed to surprise as they listened. "That's wonderful, we're glad it suited your needs. Where is everybody else? I thought they were going to meet up here?" Cici asked looking back at the entrance in search of the others.

"They went back to the office to finalize the paperwork so we'll be able to start moving in first thing tomorrow. I received an important phone call earlier and had to leave them, they should be here shortly." He lied smoothly, his gray eyes boring into Annie's stormy blue ones. She looked away quickly, and turned a shade redder, if it were possible.   "How is you ankle?" He asked directing his question to her.

Gulping heavily she looked at him, "Much better, thank you." Julien nodded, relieved to hear she was doing better.

She preoccupied herself by fiddling with her phone, avoiding any further contact with him. It was like that for the rest of the afternoon. Even when they finished Annie kept avoiding to look at him and pointedly ignored him. He was frustrated but being close to her, being able to look at her was enough for him for now. But he wanted more, so much more and he wasn't going to wait much longer.

All he had to do was get her alone, somehow...

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